763    C.M.     Isaac Watts
Godly Sorrow arising from the Sufferings of Christ. Luke 23. 45

1 Alas! and did my Saviour bleed?
  And did my Sovereign die?
  Would he devote that sacred head
  For such a worm as I?

2 Thy body slain, sweet Jesus, thine,
  And bathed in its own blood;
  While all exposed to wrath divine
  The glorious Sufferer stood.

3 Was it for crimes that I had done
  He groaned upon the tree?
  Amazing pity! grace unknown!
  And love beyond degree.

4 Well might the sun in darkness hide,
  And shut his glories in,
  When God, the mighty Maker, died
  For man, the creature’s sin.

5 Thus might I hide my blushing face,
  While his dear cross appears;
  Dissolve my heart in thankfulness,